Of Sails and Embers_Penny for Penny, Eye for Eye_The Jewel of Calla_Dare or Dare
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Of Sails and Embers
I clenched my fists over the splintering wood. “Where are the rest?” The man sitting across from me cowered, shrinking into himself. “I- I don’t know! That piece is the only one I have, I swear to you-”“And you never once attempted to patch the rest of the map together and find the treasure for yourself? Or even sell other seekers a scribbled copy of this same shred? Do not lie to me. I know I am not the only one to come here seeking this piece of the map.” He went silent, subconsciously curling into himself. The low lighting flickered over the small room, casting shadows over his cowardly fac...
Penny for Penny, Eye for Eye
Abraham Danver never amounted to much until his third heist. Born in New Mexico and adopted by a crowd of bandits at the age of seven, he grew to admire the lifestyle of an outlaw. Despite the murder of his parents, the boy didn't seem traumatized; Jordan Hilliger, boss of the bunch, said the boy had "no life in his eyes." The disconnect seemed to help him in the future. After Hilliger's death, twenty-year-old Danver became the newly appointed president of The Red Bully gang.Due to the casualties of a shootout -caused nonetheless by a false accusation of cheating in a poker game- Danver plott...
The Jewel of Calla
Layth stared down at his brown feet, covered in grime and dirt from hours of labor. Blisters had begun to form on the soles of them, bringing unbearable pain along with him everywhere he walked. His shoes had been lost in the last hopeless expedition to Pawley's Island. Those shoes were his favorite, gifted to him by his mother before he was captured. They had leather laces that he tied in a double knot every time he wore them. If you looked closely at the rubber sole of the shoe, you could see an inscription of some code. Layth had no idea what it meant, it seemed to be in a different languag...
Dare or Dare
Andrew Reed waved the shotgun about the place as if he might just actually shoot someone. It wasn’t loaded. It hadn’t been loaded for as long as he’d owned the thing. But the employees of the CTC bank, that grubby little brick building under the overpass, didn’t know that. In this case waving an empty weapon was just as good aswww.onedoor.cc waving one with cartridges in. It held their attention. Made them sweat a little. Or a lot. Andrew was pretty sure the security guard had been sweating before Andrew had even set foot in the place. The large man was all too eager to surrender his weapon when looking dow...